one thing I'd love to know: where the fuck did all of my time go?? - 1:52 a.m. , 05-15-2004 yielding to the surreality - 8:55 a.m. , 04-06-04 the lord of the academy awards - 11:05 a.m. , 03-03-2004 mike's last goodbye - 12:39 p.m. , 02-23-2004 in which I bring a whole new meaning to the term, "cockface" - 8:17 p.m. , 02-14-2004
| 09-11-2002 - 2:05 p.m. - ode to socks it seems as though I have developed a nervous tic in my left eye from watching the september 11th anniversary specials, and I long for something to focus on other than terrorists. hence, my inspiration to express my love for foot apparel. what I love about socks is that no matter how much my waistline fluctuates, the sock always fits. socks are crowd-pleasers. they keep your tootsies warm and toasty, huddled in refuge from the chilly linoleum floor and coarse carpet. their only flaw is that they are powerless to clothes dryers that shamelessly suck their partners into the great void beyond cling-free fabric softener and into sock heaven, podiatry nirvana, or stocking enlightenment, if you will. socks are selfless. after all, we use them till they've got nothing left to give. we retire them only when their once downy fabric has gone nubbly, and they're riddled with holes. all a sock will ever ask of you is for a nice pedicure, and a minimum amount of toe cheese. I don't see this level of devotion from my pants. all hail socks: the finest garment of our time! *christina* |
